I LOVE daffodils. I love Narcissus when he bends his head. I can hardly keep March and spring and Sunday and daffodils Out of my rhyme of song. Do you know anything about the spring When it comes again? God knows about it while winter is lasting. Flowers bring him power in the spring, And birds bring it, and children. He is sometimes sad and alone Up there in the sky trying to keep his worlds happy. I bring him songs When he is in his sadness, and weary. I tell him how I used to wander out To study stars and the moon he made, And flowers in the dark of the wood. I keep reminding him about his flowers he has forgotten, And that snowdrops are up. What can I say to make him listen? "God," I say, "Don't you care! Nobody must be sad or sorry In the spring-time of flowers." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAFFODILS by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE I HAVE A GARMENT by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA MY DEAREST JULIA by WILLIAM BARNES PSALM 23 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE: PART 5 by ROBERT BROWNING THE ARTIST by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON PICTURES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON UPON PRINCESS ELIZABETH, BORN THE NIGHT BEFORE NEW YEAR'S DAY by JOHN CLEVELAND TO THE AUTHOR OF POEMS PUBLISHED ANONYMOUSLY (JOSEPH COTTLE) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |